It’s my birthday! Oh yeah baby! I am proud to be the owner of a 46 year old body, the enthusiastic spirit of a 5 year old, a few creaky bones and one helluva grateful, happy attitude because I’m alive! I have lived another year (sorry Wiseguy, better luck next year). Auld lang syne and remembering old friends…nah! I’m more the “let’s-keep-the-reliable-friends-but-add-new-ones-to-the-club” kind of gal. My birthday. My wishes. My new perspective.
First of all, I still find it amusing that some people would prefer not to reveal their age. Why? Even as a child I recall my mother never wanting to reveal the double digits of her lifeline. Why? Growing up in a European village was even better. You were usually born at home…or a field while shepherding goats and/or sheep and/or cows. Your official birthday was based on when someone finally found the time to trek into the city to have the birth recorded. It could be months until that happened. How confusing for a child. I guess the silver lining was that at least your birth was acknowledged.
I consider myself to be at the ideal age. Mid-life? Maybe. I don’t see myself living into centennial years. Not even into the 70s (you’re welcome Wiseguy). But again, not my game, not my decision. Yes, I do believe that life is a game. There are some things that I can control and the OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) person in me LOVES that part of life. It’s organized. There is a beginning and an end. It’s either right or wrong. No gray area. But, it is my birthday and according to the horoscope, I am a Gemini. Welcome to my fascinating double life world.
I do not take kindly to being deemed two-faced. I do not have dual personalities. I am unique, but there are many traits and learned behaviours that make me who I am. The older…ahem…wiser I become, the more I love me, myself, and I.
I am more forgiving of myself in the error of my ways. I am more tolerant in the behavior of others. I am more forgiving in the situations that confront me. I am learning patience. I am learning to be nonjudgemental. So far, I think I have grown emotionally and mentally. Old age hasn’t hindered me yet. Yet…what a word. It’s a three-letter cliff hanger but it does explain how I feel.
So, back to my original happy thought…”Happy Birthday to me!” I am happy because I come from a large family full of happy aunts and uncles and cousins. I love my happy, enthusiastic, intriguing family. We are all unique and we children actually do get along.
Happy Life Day to me! I am alive and well. I am very grateful for that. Although I do not feel my age (except in my arthritic ankle), I do have my health and that makes my life better. Thank you.
And now, I have my birthday cake and my candles ready to go. It’s time for the big wish. No, I am not wishing for world peace. I wish that you could feel as happy and joyful as I do today. I wish that you would smile knowing you do have a good life. May you look at the sky and find the puffy cloud or even the dark cloud and find the silver lining. Happy Life Day! You are here. You are alive. Life really is great.
P.S. I blew out the candles on my cake. Luckily the fire department did not have to be called in. Or is that unlucky?
P.P.S. If you are having a great day and you’re smiling…ahem…birthday wishes do come true.